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Ghosts of My Grandfather’s Village

The Holocaust destroyed Plock’s Jewish community. But the exodus started decades earlier, after World War I.

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The Museum of Mazovian Jews in Plock, Poland. (Wayne Hoffman)
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A farming town hid a Jewish-born teacher during the Holocaust. I went to dig up what it had buried.

And yet, I still couldn’t quite access my grandfather’s story—how he lived, and why he left. Henry might have seen these buildings, Henry might have stood in this synagogue, Henry might have lived on one of these streets. But when he looked around a hundred years ago, he didn’t just see these structures. He saw people. Jews. And they are gone, all gone, less than ghosts.

And that, of course, is the story of the Holocaust. But my grandfather left decades before the Nazis invaded, before the armbands and the Gestapo and the murders in the forest and the deportations to Treblinka. So, the Holocaust, which looms so large as to absorb all of Plock’s Jewish history into a single endpoint—seeming to explain what happened to the city’s Jews with utter simplicity and veracity—does not, in fact, explain what happened to my grandfather and his family, and why they left when they did.

The city’s Jewish population fell between the world wars, from some 12,000 in 1910 to roughly 9,000 on the eve of World War II. A quarter of the city’s Jews left Plock—and yet, since this exodus pales next to the total annihilation of the 1940s, it warrants little comment in histories of Plock or the city’s new museum. Wojtalewicz suggested that relations between Jews and non-Jews around the time the Bornsteins emigrated were “positive” and “normal” and noted that while some Jews left for larger cities in Poland in search of work, there were no notable instances of anti-Semitic violence and no “major” immigration at that point. Economic considerations didn’t seem like my ancestors’ motivations, since they were apparently better off financially in Poland than they’d ever be in Jersey City.

So, what was it? A pogrom that has gone unrecorded, deemed insignificant compared to the events that followed? A backlash from the newly independent Poles following Germany’s occupation of the city during World War I in 1915—an allegedly non-destructive occupation for the community, which saw its political and cultural life expand greatly under the Germans? Something else?

My grandfather has been dead for 36 years. There’s nobody left who knows first-hand, or even second-hand. And coming here won’t change that. In the end, everything is not illuminated.

The horrors of the Shoah are so vast and so complete that everything before them reads as mere prelude.

It’s hard to tell a story about Jewish life in Poland that’s not about the Holocaust. The horrors of the Shoah are so vast and so complete that everything before them reads as mere prelude, rather than parallel narrative in its own right—a phenomenon known in some circles as “backshadowing.” But if a trip to Plock couldn’t fully make me understand why my grandfather left when he did, it did help me see what life was like in his early years.

Before we left Plock, I was able to close my eyes and think of the photographs of Jewish residents mounted by the dozen inside the museum and imagine those people multiplying and surrounding him, filling these empty streets with thousands upon thousands of Jews. My grandfather’s town had no fiddlers on roofs, no Tevye and his daughters. What it had was Henry, here sitting under a tree by the town hall, here chatting on the sidewalk outside the shul, here visiting friends in their new and narrow houses. And that, it turns out, is what’s missing now. Not an old mikveh or an overgrown cemetery. The people. The ones who were killed and the ones like my grandfather who—for whatever reason—got out of what they thought of as an awful place, before it was too late.


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ivygar says:

Thank you for this article. I’m moved to hear that Plock has opened a museum honouring the history of Mazovian Jews. My father’s father’s family came from Sierpc (Sheps in Yiddish), a town near Plock. My grandfather emigrated to the United States with his brothers and sisters in 1904 and settled in Boston. I lived in Poland from 1987 to 1989; I taught English in Poznan. During my stay there I met several people from Plock and with relatives in Plock. They were delighted when I told them my great aunt Celia was born there (she was the youngest child; according to our family tree research her seven brothers and sisters were all born in Sierpc). Before I left in June 1989 I travelled with a Polish friend to Plock and Sierpc. I remember seeing the church and town hall in Sierpc, and a monument to the Jewish population of the town that was erected after the war. We met the mayor and I asked if I could see some town records; my Polish friend explained to me that no records had survived the Second World War. It made me realise how much of the country was devastated by the War; the town hall and church were probably the only buildings that remained from the time my family lived in Sierpc. I was conscious of the absence of a Jewish presence in Sierpc, which had a large Jewish population before the Holocaust. Moreover, I was also conscious of the level of the destruction: there was little indication of the Jewish history of the town, but there was also little indication of the history of the town before the war. I don’t remember seeing any monuments or memorials to the Jewish community in Plock but we only visited part of the city. It was just after the first free election in Poland and we saw a large sign that stated, “We are building Socialism.” The mayor of Sierpc shook my hand and seemed touched to meet the granddaughter of town residents who came from America to see their home. We stopped for a snack before boarding a bus back to Plock, and my friend told the woman who sold us the rolls at the kiosk that I came all the way from the US to see the town. He then told me that she responded, “What for? To see our poverty?”

Thank you, Wayne, for this moving piece. My family has a somewhat similar story. My grandparents left Russia/Poland (the border kept changing in those days) and never looked back and never encouraged us to look back either. A few distant relations have gone back recently, however, and found something similar to what you saw, which is to say, not much in the way of physical remains. And yet it seems important to mark the place in some way. I like how you caught the complications of this kind of family and cultural memory.

KMontreal says:

I applaud Tablet`s publishing from Poland, and I applaud this attempt to connect with what life may have been like before 1939. The deep trauma of destruction need not obliterate a millenium of culture. Not Anatevka, indeed.

My parents were survivors, and I grew up among their survivor friends, the ones who stood in for all the missing family members. I`m still amazed at how they all could hold two contradictory views of where they came from — anti-Semitic killing fields, and also a golden age of vibrant diversity. My father was a big-city boy from Warsaw, my mother from a shtetl so tiny that the train didn`t stop there.

Despite these differences they (like all the survivors I knew) were modern, secular, and free-thinking. Each, again like their survivor friends, had friends and even dates who might be non-Jews as well as Jews; the Jews of Poland had their own encounter with modernity.

Jewish Warsaw and New York had much in common, more than imagined in the sentimental and condescending myths of `what they left behind`.

CrossWinds says:

Touching story………and out of great tragedy, Israel was re-born…….though evil tried to destroy the Jewish people……….

………….Isaiah 66:8……….

Who has heard such a thing? Who has seen such things? Shall the earth be made to give birth in one day? Or shall a nation be born at once? For as soon as Zion was in labor, She gave birth to her children.

“It’s hard to tell a story about Jewish life in Poland that’s not about the Holocaust. ”

This one statement is unfortunately a signum temporis… There is exactly a problem with the Jewish collective memory about Po-lin. I live in Poland and am Jewish, and, believe me, information is quite abundant about many aspects of Jewish life there. But in fact there are hundreds of books about the various political streams, about a very rich cultural and religious life, many books devoted to Jewish life in specific towns and cities. Perhaps only a small part was translated to English? or perhaps work is still needed to bring the information of Jewish life in Poland to the general public? What Tablet Magazine has done since a couple of days is a good piece of work in a proper direction. Anyway, thank you that you came for a trip to us.

Pole says:

Many jewish and catholic Poles left Poland before WWII because life was hard economically. After Poland lost its independence in 1795 Russia and Germany treated Poland like an african colony for more than a century. This is also a reason why there were social conflicts in the Polish society, which suffered badly as a whole (1795-1918). Germany and Russia tried to “divide and impera”.

ivygar says:

Thank you Kryzysztof. I remember when I lived in Poland many books about Jewish life in Poland. I grew up reading the novels of Isaac Bashevis Singer. When I was in college I read Bruno Schulz’s novels. I thought of them when I visited Plock and when I visited towns in the east of the country, especially Zamosc.Singer spent time in the Zamosc area while he was young and some of his fiction is set there. After I left Poland I studied at the University of East Anglia and I enjoyed reading fiction by IJ Singer, Singer’s sister Esther Kreitman, Isaac Leib Peretz and S. Ansky’s play The Dybuuk. It would be terrific if the general public would be made aware of the work of these great writers and many others who described the rich life in Poland before the Second World War.

Sheila says:

With today’s news…4/17/2014…regarding that part of the world that “ejected” my roots, ripped them out by cossacks…old pains start to throb again. Luckily the seeds were scattered as my grandparents (and my dad) fled and were able to grow in more welcoming and fertile soil…the Lower East Side of NY.

While growing up, my dad would never, never speak of “the old country”. I am still not clear about where he was actualy born…was it Russia, Poland…he used to say…”we were whoever was beating us up at the time” in is accented English. Both my mother and my father’s immediate family fled “whoever was beating us up” after WW1…thank goodness. As a young child, I knew that whoever was left…were dead thanks to Hitler. Although able to track down some cousins who went to Israel and Argentina…both sides of my family, I believe are gone. Fiddler on The Roof it was not.

Marilyn Newman says:

Enjoyed your article re. Plock. Do you belong to a Jewish Genealogy Society? Check out, click on member groups.

I’ve been a genealogist for 27 years. In your grandfather’s honor/memory you should piece together a family tree.

Continued success with Tablet.

Fernando Lottenberg says:

Dear Wayne:
We share similar stories. My grandpa was born in Plonsk, around 1890 and left for Russia during WWI, and then to Brazil in the 20′s. Nobody from the family talked about Poland, no mention going there.
I decided to go on July 2012 and my experience was pretty much the same as yours. No records, addresses or birth certificates, but I happened to visit the Historical Institute – and wow! A very kind lady was very interested to know that Plonsk Jews had emmigrated to Brazil, called the mayor to tell him I was there, he welcomed me to the town, and she showed me pictures of old times Plonsk, when my grandpa lived there – and during WWII. The same “familiar tale” applies: restrictions, a ghetto, deportation. Anyhow, I found out that there are many people who have never heard that story – after the war was over, they were very busy building communism – and that seemed genuinely interested in knowing more.
Not diminishing the awful things that happened around, I can say that I have also heard beautiful stories of solidarity and courage and, also very importamt, I left tons of prejudices behind. Thank you very much for your article. Fernando Lottenberg, Sao Paulo, Brazil.


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Ghosts of My Grandfather’s Village

The Holocaust destroyed Plock’s Jewish community. But the exodus started decades earlier, after World War I.

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